Watching the game on TV can be a pretty intense experience, especially when the team you support is playing like a bunch of amateurs! Last Saturday, I had Tom, Eric and Cole over and, a little unusually, we were joined by Principal Figata, which meant we had to be on our best behavior. The game was predictably disastrous. Useful, I guess, because the boys could see where the players were messing up and hopefully avoid falling into the same traps when they're next on the field. I'll confess; there's something about watching a really tense game with a group of boys that always makes me a little horny. You're there, surrounded by these guys who are probably fitter than they'll be at any other stage of their life, the testosterone starts pumping, and then the starts flowing to all the most exciting places! There was this really crazy moment when everyone fell completely silent and I could tell we were all thinking the same thing. Principal Figata included. I coul...